Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)(84)

“I’m not the kind of girl who dates bikers,” I say before I can stop the words.

“The way I look at it Peaches, you don’t know what kind of girl you are yet. I’m going to help you figure that out.”

Maybe he does have me pegged.

“I don’t want to be shared with other men, Sabre. If that’s what you want, then you should leave.”

“We’ll never do anything you don’t want to do, Peaches.”

I’m pretty sure Sabre is the king of cryptic answers.

“You’re not staying the night. We need to slow this down.”

“We’ll see,” he says taking a bite of his food.

Crap.





Chapter 9


Sabre


A man can only take so much. She wanted to go slow. I gave her a week, but a saint couldn’t take this shit.



Annie asked me to slow things down. She had a look of panic in her eyes, so I backed off. Well, I haven’t f*cked her yet. That’s as much backing as I’m capable of doing. She’s still in my arms every night, and I’m still at her house having dinner and spending time with her. It’s almost like a white picket fence type of life, except I’m not f*cking cut out for that. I’m living a f*cking lie with her and that’s burning a hole in my craw. I’m going to have to bring her into my world, there’s no other way about it because I’m sure as hell not letting her go.

“Hey, Peaches,” I say, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her and my mouth whispering against her neck. We’re standing outside of the library. She just got off work and she’s wearing this pale pink skirt with a matching silk blouse under a pink sweater and some more f*ck-me heels. Yeah, I’m going to make her leave those shoes on tonight. It’s time to dirty up my girl even more.

“Sabre,” she whispers back and I might not be able to see it, but I hear the joy in her voice and feel the way her body instantly relaxes back into me. Her plush ass rubs against my groin and my cock protests. Poor guy is going to be permanently blue if he doesn’t get relief soon. That’s another reason I’m done with waiting. I’m dying to be inside her. Fucking hell, I’ve jacked off so many times this week my hands are getting calluses.

“I’ve missed you today, my sweet Annie.”

“I missed you, too,” she exhales because my hand reaches between us and kneads that gorgeous ass of hers.

“You ready to go?” I ask her, anxious to get home. It’s Friday and I plan on f*cking her all weekend long.

She nods her head yes, and we walk towards my old beat up Ford.

“Where’s your bike?” she asks, and I like the disappointment in her voice. Peaches doesn’t know it just yet, but she has all the makings of being a f*cking fantastic ole’ lady, I just have to help her tap into it.

“Weatherman said it was going to rain,” I lie, opening the door for her and groaning when the tight material of her skirt stretches over that f*ckable ass. She looks up at the sunny-not-a-cloud-in-sight sky but doesn’t say anything. Then she hops inside the truck. I get behind the wheel and wait until I have us out on the main road before I put my plan into action.

“Come sit beside me Peaches, I’ve missed you.”

“You just saw me over breakfast this morning,” she argues but slides over just the same. Her skirt rises up on her thigh, exposing more delicious skin and my dick is practically vibrating. If he doesn’t get in her * tonight, he’ll probably shrivel up and die from starvation.

“I had you for breakfast this morning,” I rumble. Just because my dick isn’t getting action, doesn’t mean I can’t keep warming her up. The way I figure it, the more her body craves release only I can give her, the f*cking better. I glance over at her to see her blush. She’s special. Her innocence calls to the hardened man inside of me.

“I remember, Sabre,” she says, lying her head on my shoulder.

“Did you remember the rule?”

“You really are insane you know. I’m in a library all day. Do you know how many people come in and out of there all day?”

“So you ignored what I asked?”

“I didn’t wear underwear, okay? And it was extremely uncomfortable. I’m trying to figure out why I even like the things you have me do.”

“But you do. Admit it, Peaches.”

She’s silent, and I figure she’s going to back down and then she surprises me, “I do.”

I slide my hand up her leg and under her skirt; warm, wet heat greets my fingers.

“Sabre!”

I ignore her and move so my fingers slide between the lips of her *. Her muscles tighten under my hand, but she spreads her legs slightly to signal she wants more.

“I’ve missed this warm little * today. Did you get the video I sent you on your phone?”

“Yes…”

“Did you watch it?”

“Yes, I watched it.

“Did it make you horny, Annie? Did you get all excited and wet watching that chick sucking cock while her man f*cked her from behind?”

“I shouldn’t be watching things like that. My parents would exorcise demons out of me if they knew I watched that.”

I grin, I can’t help it. She’s told me a little about her f*cked up parents. It’s sadistic, but it makes it more enjoyable. I ever meet that f*cker of a father, I might just kill him. When I questioned her about the scars on her back and she admitted her dad beat her, I wanted to go to Illinois right then.